Tink and Terence spend days together preparing for the Autumn Revelry. Peter, who never cared about such things, finds himself watching them from the treetops. Tink laughs differently with Terence — softer, warmer. There’s something in the way her wings move when she’s near him.

When Peter finally lands beside them, his grin is too wide.

“Looks cozy down here. Didn’t know dust could be this interesting.”

Terence answers evenly. “It’s not just dust. It’s what keeps your world flying.”

Peter’s grin falters. “Right. Thanks for reminding me.”

Tink looks between them, realizing with a jolt — Peter Pan, the boy who never grows up, is jealous. But it’s not the playful kind this time; it’s the kind that feels like a storm.